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Glimmer was always too embarrassed to admit it out loud, but she loved the way Bow smelled.
Somehow, regardless of any sweat or water or blood or whatever, he always managed to smell like freshly cut wood.
She wondered if maybe it was just his arrows that made him smell that way but, even when he was in his pajamas, the smell persisted.
It made her feel safe and like she was closer to the man that she loved.
Truly, it was her favorite scent in the world.
